I am happy to report to all of you that I managed to fall asleep without the lamp and TV on last night. I actually got up, brushed my teeth, turned everything off except for the radio.

(I listen to Coast to Coast AM when I fall asleep. What? There’s a city located 9 miles beneath the surface of Chicago? Aliens are running my local supermarket? Tell me about numerology and what it means for me. I love Coast to Coast…it lends to interesting dreams!)

I then slept for 9 entire hours!

As a matter of fact, the only reason I woke up at all was because my cat was poking me in the eye repeatedly with her paw. She’s a very demanding bed buddy.

“Get up off your lazy butt and feed me!”

While I was pretty excited about the amount of sleep, once I “got up off of my lazy butt” to feed Cosie, I realized that I felt like crap. My uterus (sorry guys) is killing me. My head is killing me (often related to that first thing). My thighs are killing me. My first joints on my left hand (I have psoriatic arthritis) are killing me. Everything is killing me this morning.

So I took some Advil gel caps (supposed to take it for the arthritis), made some coffee and a PB&CAB (Peanut Butter & Cranberry Apple Butter) sandwich and returned to bed to think about what I am going to do today.

Man. I really love this cranberry apple butter. I’ve had it smeared on crackers, on oatmeal, on bread….so tasty.

Pretty much the plan for the day is to let the Advil kick in and then go for a short run. Then I’m going to do laundry, including my sheets and comforter, as I just spilt half of my second mug of coffee all over them. After that, I may actually tackle cleaning my apartment up slightly.

Maybe if there’s time after that, I’ll cook something.

I know it SOUNDS like there would be time, since I have the entire day off, but, you know, it isn’t taking into account the time I will spend watching Glee, Netflix and possibly playing Beatles Rock Band.

Before I do all of that, I wanted to talk to you about something.

Yesterday I went to Tuesday Cardio Kick class, which I’m trying to reintroduce into my routine. I like it because I burn tons of calories and leave completely soaked in sweat, so I feel like I really accomplished something. I tend to “feel the burn” for a couple of days in my thighs. It’s also fun and you get to listen to weird remixes of songs. For instance, a remix of  “Bad Day” was playing yesterday, which made me think of this video for half of the class:

Oh what it took not to giggle.

There is one thing I do not like about group exercise classes though. Booty shorts. Yes, you read that correctly, booty shorts.

Cover your eyes, children:

Source via a google image search for “workout booty shorts”

Now one of the reasons I chose to go to the YMCA in the first place was the lack of cruising and focusing on appearances at the facility. When you go to a 24 Hour Fitness in this city, it’s a total meat market. When I first started to lose weight, I was at 232 pounds and there was no way I was going anywhere near a 24 Hour Fitness. So, I started at Curves. I felt safe there, as it caters to women of all shapes and sizes. I stayed there for about 3 months and lost my first 40lbs there. Thing is, Curves is pretty boring. It’s exceptionally repetitive. I was discouraged by other members from wearing my iPod. It just wasn’t the right fit for me, so I went in search of a facility that was. The YMCA just seemed like a logical place for me to go. They had a full gym and they also had people of every shape and size. People don’t cruise there and it’s a super friendly, safe environment.

For the most part, you don’t see any of that “get dressed up to workout” mentality going on.

Except for this one girl in my cardio kick class.

It’s not exactly that she dresses up, per se.

It’s more like she’s barely wearing anything at all.

She wears these shorts.

They’re black and about the length of a belt.

Now, I’m not a prude. Normally, I wouldn’t care what anyone else was wearing, but these shorts just bug me. She usually comes in late. I usually wind up standing behind her and then during every lunge or move where we have to get low to the ground, I have her ass hanging out in my face. I mean, she’s not overweight. The shorts fit her. She doesn’t look bad in them, I guess….but I just don’t want to have to look at someone’s butt off and on for 45 minutes, and in a group exercise class where people bend over in front of you over and over again, that’s what happens. It just grosses me out.

Maybe I’m overreacting, but I just would prefer to have the behind in front of me fully covered.


Okay. Time to get up and go for a little bit of a run. Glee and Rock Band Cleaning my apartment and doing laundry await!

Booty shorts at the gym…yay or nay?

There is nothing worse than getting a poor night’s sleep. Well, except for getting several bad rests in a row.

As I mentioned yesterday, I have a problem with accidentally falling asleep with the TV on. In addition to this, I have other sleeping issues, mostly involving short nights or just plain unrestful sleep. Last night was a short night situation. I had some work to finish up after I got home from my “real” job. I didn’t get to bed until after 2am, but given that Tuesdays are my days off, I figured I’d have plenty of recovery. Unfortunately, 6 hours later, I was awake. Not rested, but awake. I was not a happy camper.

I attempted to go back to sleep, but Cosie would not have it. She seems all innocent, but trust me, when she wants her morning can of Fancy Feast, her disposition becomes less than pleasant.


FEED ME!! NOW!!! >:O

I hobbled into the kitchen, in search of some wet food, but alas, I was out. Although Cosie had a big bowl of dry kibble, she wasn’t having it and she mewed and mewed until I put on my flip flops and headed out the door and to the local convenience store. Despite being completely broke until Thursday (payday), I lucked out yesterday and found $20 on the floor…score! I should’ve saved it in case of an emergency, but I decided that my crappy, exhausted self deserved a special treat. After buying 5 very expensive cans of cat food (I had no idea that the store I went to had such inflated prices!), I headed over to The Grind to find something to nosh on.

I returned home with one of my favorite breakfasts:

#11 bagel: Garlic bagel, cream cheese, avocado, red onion, tomato, cucumber and sprouts

I am in love. ❤

And of course:

Nonfat Cafe Au Lait....with a State Farm sleeve....interesting....

Cosie enjoyed the fact that I brought home food. She especially enjoyed that I needed to photograph my bagel outside. It meant an open backdoor….her favorite thing! Unfortunately, it isn’t my favorite thing. It makes me nervous.

She escapes the apartment quickly...

...and then she begins trying to escape up the stairs....

...she claims that she really isn't trying to run away from home...

...that she's just trying to gain a different perspective on the world around her...

..but I know the truth.

I had lofty goals and ambitions for today, but I’m totally wiped out. I think I’m going to watch some trashy television for a bit and then evaluate how I feel.

What do you do when you’re experiencing sleeping problems?